I knew that my theory was collapsing, utterly, hopelessly. I dared not look at Godfrey. "Is there not, connected with the drawer," I asked, "a mechanism which, as the drawer is opened, plunges two poisoned fangs into the hand which opens it?" "No, Mr. Lester," she answered, astonishment in her voice, "I assure you there is no such mechanism." I clutched at a last straw, and a sorry one it was! "The mechanism may have been placed there since the cabinet passed from your possession," I suggested. "That is, perhaps, possible," she agreed, though I saw that she was unconvinced. "At any rate, madame," I said, "I would ask that, in opening the drawer, you wear this gauntlet," and I picked up Godfrey's gauntlet from the chair on which it lay. "It is needless that you should take any risk, however slight. Permit me," and I slipped the gauntlet over her right hand. As I did so, I glanced at Godfrey. He was staring at the veiled lady with such a look of stupefaction that I nearly choked with delight. It had not often been my luck to see Jim Godfrey mystified, but he was certainly mystified now! The veiled lady regarded the steel glove with a little laugh. "I am now free to open the drawer?" she asked. "Yes, madame." She moved toward the cabinet, Godfrey and I close behind her. At last the secret which had defied us was to be revealed. And with its revelation would come the end of the picturesque and romantic theory we had been building up so laboriously. Instinctively, I glanced toward the shuttered window, but the semi-circle of light was unobscured. The veiled lady bent above the table and disposed the fingers of her right hand to fit the metal inlay midway of the left side. "It is a little awkward," she said. "I have always been accustomed to using the left hand. You will notice that I am pressing on three points; but to open the drawer, one must press these points in a certain order--- first this one, then this one, and then this one." There was a sharp click, and, at the side of the table, a piece of the metal inlay fell forward. "That is the handle," said the veiled lady, and, without an instant's hesitation, while my heart stood still, she grasped it and drew out a shallow drawer. "Ah!" and, casting aside the ridiculous gauntlet, she caught up the packet of papers which lay within. Then, with an effort, she controlled herself, slipped off the ribbon which held the packet together, and spread out before my eyes ten or twelve envelopes. "You will see that they are only letters, Mr. Lester," she said in a low voice, "and I assure you that they belong to me." "I believe you, madame," I said, and with a sigh of relief that was almost a sob, she rebound the packet and slipped it into the bosom of her gown. "There is one thing," I added, "which madame can, perhaps, do for me." "I shall be most happy!" she breathed.